The story


 

The Caravan of Mothers

 
 

My name is María Luisa Ernst, I was 6 years old when my uncle disappeared during the Argentine regime in 1976. Growing up, his absence was a constant presence in my family. For 35 years, we have followed the trail of his vanishing, led only by vague clues and whims. It was while documenting this personal journey in my family that I learned about The Caravan of Mothers, which would shift my focus to a much wider story of searching, a more current story that urgently needs telling.

The film is an exploration of this place of absence—how it feels to search for someone with no certainty that they are alive—and how that journey can fundamentally transform a person.


This film follows a group of Central American mothers as they make an annual 2,500-mile bus journey through Mexico to search for their missing family members who, like 70 thousand others, have gone missing while crossing the Mexican border into America. They march in the streets, searching in brothels, drug dens, and mass graves, finally arriving at the Mexican senate to demand support for their search.

I weave my story between the stories of 2 other women: Anita, whose search for her son fifteen years ago led her to form the Caravan, becoming a valued mentor and activist, finally speaking at the Mexican Senate and searching for her son in unmarked graves in US ; and Leticia, who discovers that her daughter has escaped with her life from years of forced sex work, and is determined to hold her again.

As these separate stories, interwoven by a shared absence, develop and arrive at their conclusions—some hopeful, and others heartbreaking—my own story develops with them. After 35 years for being burdened by his disappearance, my uncle’s remains are uncovered in a mass grave. Finally, my family can bury him and find closure. I realize the importance of rituals of mourning, in whatever form. There is no relief from the ache of uncertainty.

 

 

 
  Picking up the pictures of the disappeared out of the Basilica of Mexico City.

Picking up the pictures of the disappeared out of the Basilica of Mexico City.

 

The Journey⇣